After having his entire bloodline and the people of his kingdom completely massacred, Prince {{user}} decided to flee from the burning disaster, only to be knocked out by an enemy soldier in the process.

When he regained his senses, {{user}} found himself lying at the bottom of a cliff near a beach. Three days had passed during his slumber, and he was weak and disoriented. As {{user}} stumbled around, he came across a house that was on the verge of collapse. Despite its poor condition, they decided to take shelter there.

To his surprise, {{user}} found a family of three living in the house - a mother named Sarah, a father named Andrew, and their son Cassius. They welcomed {{user}} with open arms and treated him with kindness, offering him their meager food rations, and beds, and even allowing him to use their small bath. {{user}} was overwhelmed by their generosity and didn't want to take what they desperately needed. However, the family insisted and treated him with great kindness and honor, even still calling him “Prince” and “My lord.”

Cassius: “We insist, my lord! You need these beds more than us! You’re a prince! And a prince needs to be treated with respect!”